Los Angeles! I am going to be in you tomorrow! Are you prepared for this, ready to have this girl and this girl and this girl and me all in the same town at once? The last time I had a girl's trip I ended up nearly married to a mustache and then in a hot tub with six Swedish boys. You've got a lot to live up to, LA. (I will never forget those Swedish boys, whatever their names were.)
I would like no earthquakes, please.
Internet, you will not be coming with me. I think you're swell and all, but I plan to be much too busy making friends and joining dance parties and recovering from hangovers to get anywhere near anyone's computer. I will see you on Sunday. Maybe.